The play won the Society of West End Theatre Awards Play of the Year title for 1982. The play takes its title from a lyric in the British patriotic hymn "I Vow to Thee, My Country."

Another Country is loosely based on the life of the spy Guy Burgess, Guy Bennett in the play, and examines the effect his homosexuality and exposure to Marxism has on his life, and the hypocrisy and snobbery of the English public schools.

The setting is a 1930s Eton-esque public school, where Guy Bennett and Tommy Judd are friends because they are both outsiders in their own ways. Bennett is openly gay, while Judd is a Marxist.

One night a house man walks in on Martineau and a boy from another house together in the dark room. Martineau commits suicide because of the shame of having been found in a homosexual embrace, and chaos erupts as teachers and the senior students try their hardest to keep the scandal away from parents and the rest of the outside world. However, the gay scandal gives the army-obsessed house captain Fowler, who dislikes both Bennett and Judd, a welcome reason to scheme against them.

Review

On transfer to the Queen’s Theatre, Shaftesbury Avenue, with some cast changes

Observer: Robert Cushman

A Spy is born

The evening begins with an offstage boys' choir singing that great religious and patriotic hit I Vow to Thee My Country - first verse only. The second only comes round at the end of the show: and there's another country I've heard of long ago. I had always imagined that other country to be Heaven, but at the Queen's - where a performance of Julian Mitchell's play called Another Country is sandwiched between the two choruses - another interpretation suggests itself.  By Mr Mitchell’s sardonic lights, that country, envisaged by his two central characters, could be Russia.

Our heroes are senior public schoolboys in the early 1930s One of them, Judd, is the school’s lone Marxist - or, the time being what it is, Stalinist  - in a  constant  state  of articulate fury over the system in general and the rules that stop him reading Das Kapital under the bedclothes in particular. The other, Guy Bennett, is a more complicated kind of rebel; in a milieu where casual homosexuality is the norm he makes the mistake of falling in love. His indiscretions land him a public flogging and (more woundingly) permanent exile from the school's privileged upper echelon. Recognising school to be a microcosm of the establishment world outside, he looks for a way of fighting back: covertly, since he doesn't want to lose any more perks. His eye falls on Judd's copy of Marx. A spy is born.

Mr Mitchell has written an acute, sympathetic and continuously entertaining play, one whose abundant joke-lines always remain in character. Its ultimate effect, though, depends on outside evidence.  If I had not been alerted by the programme and the pre- publicity, I could easily have sat through the piece unaware that Guy Bennett was meant to be Guy Burgess. If you can identify the Bennett connection then you concentrate on him and get a coherent evening, rising to an abrupt but satisfying point. Mr Mitchell, though, wants you to be interested in other characters as well; and here both he and Stuart Burge's production - on a creaky revolve with variable  acting - are  less successful. It takes some time to sort out the personnel, and the conscientious torments of the  retiring  house captain never come into focus.

What does emerge is a properly ambiguous picture of a society thoroughly rotten (in both the literal and popular usages) and yet cosily attractive; Mr Mitchell offers us all the trappings of school fiction: the petty politics, the sport, the tormented fags (in the scholastic sense)who will be bullies themselves in time, the study teas. This, all too recognisably, is England; there is, unless you take desperate measures, no other country.

Guy's pale rebellion (born 30 years later he would be writing plays for subsidised theatres) is admirably caught by Rupert Everett, soft-voiced and hard-shelled; he is first glimpsed curled on the window ledge of the house library (shockingly short on books by the way) searching through binoculars for likely beloveds, his tie loose and his braces hanging down from his waist, a perfect self-created artefact. Kenneth Branagh brings great flair to Judd's decent doomed doggedness.